Martial Soul Awakening

Three days passed in a flash.

At last, the day of Martial Soul Awakening arrived. As though they had all come to an unspoken agreement, the villagers had gathered around the square early, packing it so tightly not even water could pass through.

They had watched Wang Xiaofeng grow up over the past few years. In their eyes, he was adorable and sensible. Perhaps his Martial Soul Awakening would reveal Innate Soul Power above level four.

Wang Feng, who came to Calabash Village every year to conduct awakenings, had arrived early as well. Through relentless effort over the past few years, he had finally reached level thirty, though he had yet to obtain a Soul Ring. This time, he was hoping that if Wang Xiaofeng awakened a good Martial Soul and possessed high Innate Soul Power, bringing him into Spirit Hall Academy would earn him a great merit.

Together with his accomplishments over the past few years, it should be enough to request two Soul Ancestors to help him hunt a Millennium Soul Ring.

Wang Xiaofeng looked speechlessly at the foolishly grinning tool standing before him and could only clap his hands to snap him out of his fantasy.

Startled awake by the sound, Wang Feng wiped away nonexistent drool and put on a solemn expression. "Those whose names I call, step forward. Wang Xiaofeng."

Wang Xiaofeng looked behind him at the empty space and fell silent.

He was the only one this year old enough to awaken a Martial Soul, yet this guy still had to make such a ceremony out of it.

Wang Xiaofeng stepped forward and stood in the middle of six black stones.

"Martial Soul Avatar!" Wang Feng shouted, activating his Soul Power.

After activating his Martial Soul Avatar, Wang Feng rapidly struck out with both hands, injecting blue light into the six black stones on the ground.

The next moment, a hazy golden glow spread from the hexagonal formation, forming a golden barrier that enveloped Wang Xiaofeng.

Wang Feng looked at Wang Xiaofeng. "Hold out your right hand."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaofeng nervously extended his right hand.

After all, although Douluo Continent was a world that placed great importance on bloodlines, Martial Souls could still mutate and become useless Martial Souls.

Didn't those bloodline clans in that eye legend about the five ninja villages constantly fighting often have ordinary people who failed to awaken their bloodlines?

Wang Xiaofeng felt a strange energy quietly surge within him, as refreshing as being in an air-conditioned room during the scorching heat of summer.

Amid that strange sensation, a Green Calabash suddenly appeared in his hand. Before he could examine it closely, the warm current in his body seemed to find an outlet and surged toward his Martial Soul.

In some space within Wang Xiaofeng's body, a tender sprout suddenly emerged. In the blink of an eye, it grew into a vine, splitting apart the chaotic expanse like the creation of heaven and earth.

Outside, Wang Xiaofeng only felt a sharp pain shoot through his skull, as though someone were hammering his brain with a Hammer—duang, duang, duang.

"Seriously? Does awakening a Martial Soul have to feel like I'm dying?"

Seeing Wang Xiaofeng's pale face and the cold sweat pouring from him, Wang Feng asked, "Are you all right? Can you continue? Withdraw your Martial Soul first."

After taking a moment to recover, Wang Xiaofeng immediately found that his headache had eased. He silently willed his Martial Soul to withdraw, and the Green Calabash in his hand slowly vanished.

"Come test your Soul Power."

Wang Feng placed the Crystal Ball before Wang Xiaofeng. The moment his palm touched it, Wang Xiaofeng's body shuddered violently. To his shock, the Crystal Ball possessed enormous suction. The small portion of Soul Power left after his Martial Soul had absorbed most of it surged out as though it had found an outlet. He tried to break free, but he could not escape that overpowering pull.

"Damn it, am I going to be the first person to get sucked dry during Martial Soul Awakening?"

Fortunately, the Crystal Ball only absorbed one cycle before returning Wang Xiaofeng's Soul Power. Otherwise, dying during Martial Soul Awakening would have truly disgraced him as a transmigrator.

Wang Feng was equally stunned. The Crystal Ball in his hand lit up, and dazzling blue light instantly spread from a single point. In the blink of an eye, half the Crystal Ball had filled with light, glittering like a radiant gemstone. A faint blue halo spilled outward, impossibly captivating.

"Heavens, Innate Soul Power level five." Blue light erupted from Wang Feng once more, and the Crystal Ball bounced Wang Xiaofeng's hand away. The village immediately broke into an uproar, everyone staring at him as though he were some kind of monster.

Calabash Village had not seen Innate Soul Power level five in many years. Level-five Innate Soul Power meant that Wang Xiaofeng could at least cultivate to become a Soul King.

Perhaps Calabash Village might truly produce a Soul Saint.

Wang Danu was overjoyed and waved a large hand.

"Today, the village is holding a feast. Everyone, celebrate properly!"

Thus, the village men, women, old, and young all became lively.

Naturally, Wang Xiaofeng, their protagonist, became He Li's tool for showing off, like a puppet on strings.

Night fell.

"So tired... (′;︵;`)"

Wang Xiaofeng lay sprawled on his bed. From morning to night, for several straight hours, someone had come over to touch him every so often—especially his cheeks. They had been pinched so much they seemed a whole rounder, and he could not even resist.

Only now did he finally have time to study his Martial Soul.

"Martial Soul Avatar."

Wang Xiaofeng raised his right hand and sensed that special warm current within his body. A faint blue glow appeared in his palm, and in an instant, a Green Calabash materialized there.

It seemed like an ordinary Green Calabash, exactly the same as Old Dad's. There was nothing different about it.

Wang Xiaofeng touched it on the left and examined it on the right, but could not find anything unusual.

"That mysterious suction today was definitely caused by this Martial Soul, but why hasn't anything changed?"

Wang Xiaofeng knocked and smacked it, yet could not discover anything special about his Martial Soul. With no other choice, he went to sleep early. After all, he had been exhausted all day.

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Early the next morning, Wang Xiaofeng began pestering Wang Danu for a Soul Power cultivation method.

"You want a Meditation Method?"

Wang Danu asked strangely. Was there even any difference between them?

"Of course. Otherwise, how would Soul Power increase? I'm going to become a Titled Douluo!"

Wang Xiaofeng urged impatiently. To a modern person, cultivation methods were simply too tempting. After all, who had not grown up watching wuxia and xianxia dramas? What he yearned for most was a sword descending from the west, a Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens, or killing a man in ten steps and leaving no trace over a thousand miles.

It was far too dashing.

"Increasing Soul Power is very simple." Wang Danu looked at Wang Xiaofeng strangely. "Sit cross-legged."

"Done." Wang Xiaofeng sat upright on the bed.

"Close your eyes and empty your mind."

"Emmm."

"Carefully sense the Soul Power in the outside world and draw it into your body."

"Emmm, then what?"

"Then? That's it." Wang Danu looked at Wang Xiaofeng oddly. "Draw Soul Power into your body, and over time, your Soul Power will increase."

"What? Isn't it supposed to circulate the Soul Power inside your body through some extraordinary meridians for a full cycle?" Wang Xiaofeng was dumbfounded.

"Soul Power meditation isn't that complicated. What extraordinary meridians? That's all nonsense. Don't let anyone fool you." Wang Danu calmly told Wang Xiaofeng to finish today's training first and meditate in the afternoon.

As Wang Danu walked out of the room, he scratched his head in confusion. It seemed he had forgotten something important.

Inside a moving carriage somewhere, Wang Feng was sleeping soundly...

(Some passages were inspired by Douluo Continent, original work by Tang Jia San Shao.)